Tomar hadn’t been expecting it to rain. He had been out in a clearing, working on helping some of the local creatures with some trouble concerning a large lion-shaped bully, when the skies seemed to rip apart and dump all their contents down on top of him. Though he hadn’t managed to fully confirm that he had fixed their problem, he had been forced to part ways from the small band of cheetah, both parties moving off to find shelter.
He hoped he had managed to help them, and that they had found shelter from the rain. It wasn’t every day they had to deal with such a violent storm, and he was concerned more animals would be out there in need of his help. And with him having no way to help them, either.
Weather was not something he could fix, no matter how much he wanted to help.
To escape the increasingly bad weather, the soggy wild dog moved into the nearest cavern, a hodge-podge of rocks good enough to keep him at least somewhat less wet. He couldn’t complain about the location. And, hey, it came with free company.
“Oh! My deepest apologies,” Tomar offered with a respectful bow of his head, “I did not mean to intrude! Is this your home? I will go find somewhere else to take shelter if I am interrupting you. I promise: I mean you no harm.”
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